Pena
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โฑ๏ธ 2:34 duration
๐ ID: 886676
๐ Lyrics
Pena
Her little head clinking
Like uh barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled 'er eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not t' pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on
Uh turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
'N crush uh chandelier
Fall on my stomach 'n view her
From uh thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose t' stub 'er toe
'N view the white pulps horribly large
In their red pockets
"I'm tired of playing baby," she explained
'N out of uh blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck 'n rolls that clacked
'N whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open t' tongues that vibrated
'N lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries."
Her little head clinking
Like uh barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled 'er eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not t' pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on
Uh turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
'N crush uh chandelier
Fall on my stomach 'n view her
From uh thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose t' stub 'er toe
'N view the white pulps horribly large
In their red pockets
"I'm tired of playing baby," she explained
'N out of uh blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck 'n rolls that clacked
'N whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open t' tongues that vibrated
'N lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries."
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:49.12] Pena
[00:49.63] Her little head clinking
[00:50.51] Like uh barrel of red velvet balls
[00:52.37] Full past noise
[00:53.82] Treats filled 'er eyes
[00:54.93] Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
[00:57.73] Soft like butter hard not t' pour
[00:59.98] Out enjoying the sun while sitting on
[01:02.05] Uh turned on waffle iron
[01:03.99] Smoke billowing up from between her legs
[01:06.04] Made me vomit beautifully
[01:07.49] 'N crush uh chandelier
[01:09.07] Fall on my stomach 'n view her
[01:10.88] From uh thousand happened facets
[01:12.88] Liquid red salt ran over crystals
[01:15.41] I later band-aided the area
[01:17.23] Sighed
[01:17.87] Oh well it was worth it
[01:19.26] Pena pleased but sore from sitting
[01:21.66] Choose t' stub 'er toe
[01:22.81] 'N view the white pulps horribly large
[01:25.34] In their red pockets
[01:26.92] "I'm tired of playing baby," she explained
[01:29.37] 'N out of uh blue felt box let escape
[01:31.61] One yellow butterfly the same size
[01:34.15] Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms
[01:36.88] That moved in tuck 'n rolls that clacked
[01:39.23] 'N whispered in their confinement
[01:41.39] Three little burnt scotch taped windows
[01:43.05] Several yards away
[01:44.76] Mouths open t' tongues that vibrated
[01:46.71] 'N lost saliva
[01:48.28] Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries."
[01:51.17]
[00:49.63] Her little head clinking
[00:50.51] Like uh barrel of red velvet balls
[00:52.37] Full past noise
[00:53.82] Treats filled 'er eyes
[00:54.93] Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
[00:57.73] Soft like butter hard not t' pour
[00:59.98] Out enjoying the sun while sitting on
[01:02.05] Uh turned on waffle iron
[01:03.99] Smoke billowing up from between her legs
[01:06.04] Made me vomit beautifully
[01:07.49] 'N crush uh chandelier
[01:09.07] Fall on my stomach 'n view her
[01:10.88] From uh thousand happened facets
[01:12.88] Liquid red salt ran over crystals
[01:15.41] I later band-aided the area
[01:17.23] Sighed
[01:17.87] Oh well it was worth it
[01:19.26] Pena pleased but sore from sitting
[01:21.66] Choose t' stub 'er toe
[01:22.81] 'N view the white pulps horribly large
[01:25.34] In their red pockets
[01:26.92] "I'm tired of playing baby," she explained
[01:29.37] 'N out of uh blue felt box let escape
[01:31.61] One yellow butterfly the same size
[01:34.15] Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms
[01:36.88] That moved in tuck 'n rolls that clacked
[01:39.23] 'N whispered in their confinement
[01:41.39] Three little burnt scotch taped windows
[01:43.05] Several yards away
[01:44.76] Mouths open t' tongues that vibrated
[01:46.71] 'N lost saliva
[01:48.28] Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries."
[01:51.17]